It’s been a while….

I haven’t been paying attention to some things, like: how long has it been since I’ve added a post to this blog? Oh, gosh — it’s been three months!

Even though it may seem that I’ve become a slacker, there really were other areas that demanded immediate attention, so the squeaky wheel got greased.

Since April: we’ve house-hunted in Atlanta, several times; showed our TX home, several + times; kept up with life (bills, laundry, the usual), looked at apartments with Lee Anne; and fixed a myriad of minute details on our home — I’m referring to the smallest of small, microscopic, really — items that were found by the inspector who came through our house last August with his eagle eyes.

Our house was on the market for eight months. We had a few close calls: a few repeat lookers, a few offers to lease, but no real offer to buy. Such a disappointment. But at the end of the day, we had the corporate offer, which is the way we went.

However, and here’s where all the “fun” started, we were mistaken when we believed that we had until July 1 to accept the corporate offer on our home. Now, Jim and I have moved often so we aren’t newbies to this moving business. And, we were both on the phone call when we both heard and understood that date. Also, I had called back in the spring to find out how long we could remain in the house following accepting the corporate offer, if we chose to accept it. The answer was clear: we could have 60 days. We were going along, thinking this was our time table, thinking we had through August to move out, if we needed that much time. Suddenly, at the end of May, we realized that we had to either accept or reject the corporate offer by June 4. We still thought the 60-day rule was in effect, of course. A few days later, to our shock and surprise, we were informed that we had to vacate the house by June 30th. Wait, June 30th? Efforts to get an extension, any extension, were unsuccessful. So, on June 12, I flew back over to Atlanta and made a quick decision on a house we had liked very much all along. Not to say we hadn’t been on-task in Atlanta: during May, we had worked on an offer on another house for over a month. Now, however, we knew we were out of time and couldn’t waste any more of it on that particular house. Like Garth Brooks’ song, one day we’ll be thanking God for unanswered prayers on that one, I expect.

The last two weeks of June were busy beyond belief: moving Lee Anne into her new apartment, arranging for the move-out from our TX home, arranging for the closing on our new home in GA…. Somehow it all got done. Still wondering how….

My father liked to save and share inspirational quotes and articles — and here’s one of those:

The Purpose of Life

Strange is our situation here upon earth. Each of us comes for a short visit, not knowing why, yet sometimes seeming to divine a purpose.

From the standpoint of daily life, however, there is one thing we do know: that man is here for the sake of other men — above all for those upon whose smile and well-being our own happiness depends, and also for the countless unknown souls with whose fate we are connected by a bond of sympathy. Many times a day I realize how much my own outer and inner life is built upon the labors of my fellow man, both living and dead, and how earnestly I must exert myself in order to give in return as much as I have received. My peace of mind is often troubled by the depressing sense that I have borrowed too heavily from the work of other men.